Muzi subconsciously moved his feet to avoid the scissors that arrived first. As soon as the direction changed, a pair of blue scissors appeared out of thin air directly behind him. With a blue glow, there was a clattering sound that seemed to cut the neck.

Muzi has the heart to scold his mother, and he doesn't have to think about it anymore to force back the sudden threat of the pit. The body is offset to avoid the golden scissors that hit the back of the head.

After stabilizing his body again, a distance in front of him, the purple scissors that appeared in the pit came again.

Everything is something that happens between breaths, and I don't have to think about it anymore, and I punch and bombard. The fist collided with the scissors, and the clink of gold and iron was released.

While beating, he scolded and scolded: "This damn, it's not good to dodge." If you flash an attack, you will have an extra pair of scissors, and there will be unreasonableness. ”

The six-colored light is wrapped in six scissors, no one controls them, and they cooperate with each other in a tacit harmony. Attacking separately from different directions, it was completely a posture of not killing Muzi and not giving up.

You can't dodge, you can only be tough, and you can't really resist with your body. When there was a bang, he was hit in the back. The speed of the scissors was too fast, and Muzi was not allowed to turn around and bombard.

In desperation, he had to resist with his back back, and with Muzi's body, the scissors penetrated the sea of thunder and fire, ignoring the blood veins, and stabbed more than an inch into the skin. Its sharpness can be compared with ordinary weapons.

Fortunately, it was Muzi who came in, and it was a tough mess. Fortunately, with the help of the relics just now, his feet and fists were as hard as his fists. A pair of green fists were like a storm, and they opened their bows left and right and bombarded them continuously.

The wind recedes, and the soles of the feet are windy. Raise your leg high and sweep the side. With both fists, it is like a cloud of water, and fight desperately with six scissors.

The silver dragon and red phoenix continued to throw out, and the two-colored energy body fused and exploded, causing the mushroom clouds around Muzi to rise one after another. Wave after wave of hot air.

In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, young people dare not use three-color energy particles to fuse, and the power is too strong and it is easy to hurt their own bodies. Two-color fusion is the best choice.

After a stick of incense, the silver dragon and the red phoenix circled and attacked again, and the smashed black scissors could not withstand the violent bombardment, and exploded in response. Muzi was also pierced with five wounds on his body.

After the half-pillar incense, the white scissors were shattered, adding two wounds to Muzi's body.

The fewer scissors, the less pressure there is on the wood. The ensuing fight went more and more smoothly. It was another stick of incense, and the remaining four scissors were all shattered.

There were no wounds on the young man's body. It's still more than seven inches. The earliest back, under the dual action of the Food, Lodging and Immortal Laws and Nirvana Flame, has slowly regenerated flesh and blood.

Without waiting for Muzi to gasp and relax, five sounds of breaking the air came one after another. It's like a five-handle scissors, killing in one place in different directions, which is nothing more than a wood that breaks into this place.

With previous experience, this time the death did not dodge. It is better to bleed and be wounded than to increase the number of scissors.

This time it was a lot easier than the seven scissors last time, and the two sticks of incense smashed everything. Five wounds were added and five wounds were healed earlier. Still maintain the number of the first wave, seven wounded.

Six, seven, eight, nine.... The rule limit nine scissors appear together, so far there is no increase. Muzi didn't dodge once.

As the number of scissors increases, so does the lethality. Muzi also learned in the battle, and gradually found the law of scissors coordination.

After nine, the wound stays at the value of twelve, and the repair is in the reciprocating cycle. In the endless fighting, the wounds were reduced to ten throughout the day.

The second day ended with six wound reductions, and on the third day there were still six. The number of scissors has reached the limit, and so has the progress of Muzi. It is difficult to enter the sky in an inch.

The resolute young man is indomitable, knowing that he can't do it, but he has to break through the south wall and fight a new way. Towards the end of the third day, Shengsheng kept the wound at a value of five.

If this reaches the Buddha clan, it will inevitably cause a huge wave. The trialists who have entered this place over the years, when the trial path opens, the strength of the scissors is the same as that of the trialists. The optimal number of wounds maintained was five. Mingdong is one of them.

Muzi relied on his own perseverance, and when he cultivated half a realm higher, he was on par with the Buddha Tianjiao's record. It is easy to see which one wins.

Three days later, the relics appeared in a larger circle than before. This time it melts into the meridians. If you are an ordinary monk, you can expand the meridians by about half, which is equivalent to increasing the thickness of Yuan Lihun by nearly half.

Helplessly, Muzi's veins have been at the limit, and they have only expanded by three percent. In the eyes of others, he may scold his mother. Muzi understands his own state, three percent is enough, enough for young people to wake up happily when they dream.

The third level is against an iron tree, and the tree is full of sharp blades. The tall trees are more than a thousand feet long, densely covered with green blades. There are roughly millions of senses, and each blade glows with an eerie cold light.

As soon as Mu Zi entered, a million sharp blades shot out at once. The Green Blade is full of eeries, ignoring all means of defense.

Pick it directly under the bark of the wood and hang it from the iron tree. His hands and feet were stared at the iron tree, and no matter how Muzi struggled, it was all in vain. Can't break free. Then the young man began to suffer for three days with a thousand cuts.

A piece of flesh and blood was bent down with a knife, and all the sharp blades were discussed, only the flesh and blood were bent, and no bones and internal organs were touched.

After regenerating flesh and blood, it bends and bends, up to the gums and eyeballs, and down to the soles of the bird's feet, and no place is missed. Over and over again, the flesh will bend off instantly.

This is a terrible scene, a snow-white skeleton wraps the heart, liver, spleen and lungs, the heart is beating, and the lungs are still breathing heavily. The head was simply hollowed out, except for a golden figure, sitting quietly in the skull.

What Muzi can do is to keep regenerating flesh and blood, and let it bend and dig. He was really afraid that there would be no flesh and blood for a long time, and these ruthless blades would not be willing to be lonely, and take away the internal organs and spirits together. In that case, I can't find a place to reason if I really cry.

Pain is inevitable, and even if you have suffered enough, it is still difficult to encounter this kind of pain. The wails of the first day echoed all the time, and the screams were horrible. How miserable it is, how miserable it is.

The next day, the young man was numb, and the strength to roar was gone, so he kept his strength wholeheartedly, and continued to regenerate flesh and blood for the blade to dig into.

On this day, it was quiet, except for the sound of the thud of the blade harvesting flesh. At night, Muzi was really fed up with this kind of treatment, and tried to stop regenerating flesh and blood for a moment.

As with the conjecture, the regeneration time is just past that. The blade stabbed mercilessly into the internal organs and spirits. Frightened, Muzi hurriedly used his Yuan Force to regenerate bloody flesh for the blade to dig up. The sharp blade that stabbed at the divine soul suddenly stopped moving forward and reversed direction when it was close to the golden villain.

At this time, Muzi no longer had a cold sweat. I could see my heart pounding and beating faster than usual.

Muzi is honest and doesn't dare to be opportunistic. Honestly keep regenerating flesh and blood. Even if the Yuan Force is drained, it is better to waste the blood than to keep enough flesh and blood to regenerate.

On the third day, he was numb, and all that was left was cursing: "Iron tree long knife, what the hell." The hard skin suddenly turned to dirt in front of the green knife. Pierce as much as you want. ”

"Which old turtle bastard has researched such a perverted thing, and if it is dug up, it will have to be regenerated and provided. I don't know how many of the previous trialists didn't understand this, and they were strangled for no reason. ”

"There are also those who are stunned, those who are dizzy, those who are dizzy, and those who cannot support the regeneration of flesh and blood by Yuan Li, there are all kinds of them, whether this road is a trial or an elimination. “

Mu Zi naturally didn't know that when the trial began, this place was only a three-hour test.

"Is this a Buddha trial ground or a hell test ground? ”

When he came here, Muzi suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Whether hell exists or not is still debated. However, it appears in the record that hell is divided into eighteen levels.

The first layer is tongue pulling hell, the second layer is scissors hell, and the third layer is iron tree hell. Thinking of this, Muzi wanted to cry without tears.

Secretly pondered: "The next layer will not be the same as the record, it will be the hell of the evil realm, then the steamer hell, the copper pillar hell, the knife mountain hell, the iceberg hell, and the oil pot hell." In this case, the sin that follows will be suffered. ”

Immediately, Mu Zi figured out that it was rumored that in addition to being good at telekinesis, the Buddha's research on the way of ghosts and beasts was also quite exquisite. It can be said that he is leading the god realm, coupled with what he has seen and heard today, what he has said is true.

For the first time in his life, Muzi wanted to be disrespectful to his elders, and he wanted to shout: "Master Kobo, you little old man, big pit goods." Too pit. ”

The little old man, who was sitting on the stone pier and eating meat while drinking, suddenly sneezed. After the old man closed his eyes and sensed it, he opened his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Who called you a friend of Mingdong, I hope you two can deal with the little king and eight lambs of the ancestral land." ”

Muzi's tenacity allowed him to survive such endless torture, and naturally he could also get the relics rewarded after each layer of trials.

This time, the relics are a full circle larger than the second layer. When the palm of the skeleton took over the relic, the flesh and blood quickly regenerated after the golden light swam away. In the newborn skin, there are faint golden rays, which are very similar to the six-zhang golden body of the Buddha clan.

After all the flesh and blood were regenerated, the hardness of the skin actually increased by one-tenth or two. This is too powerful, the food and lodging longevity method is refining the skin all the time, and the realm of controlling the sky has already been perfected.

And in the same realm, there has never been a living creature that can compare with Muzi. Even if it is a spirit beast with pure blood, even the spirit kun inherited from the Chaos Spirit Monkey family is still sighing to himself in private. The relics can actually make the physical strength go further, and they can comfort themselves after being surprised, and sin cannot be suffered in vain.

Sure enough, the fourth layer is the realm of evil. As soon as you enter the fourth layer, all the negative emotions in your thoughts explode and the mistakes you have made in the past are infinitely magnified. Even when a child accidentally tramples on a small ant to death, it feels a great sin.

This layer undoubtedly hits the mind, confuses the mind of the trialist, and forever becomes the walking dead here.

In Muzi's heart, resurrecting his parents and awakening his teacher is like an obsession. Other negative emotions are difficult to interfere with.

The guilt of my parents has been sharpened in my dreams. I figured out very early that if I want to save my parents, I can only do it by living and working hard.

Instead of being sad and sad, it is better to turn it into a force to move forward, or a driving force to support it. And then complete what you want as soon as possible.

The magnified sins were already difficult to interfere with Muzi's state of mind, and the first day was spent in peace. The next day, Muzi's indifference seemed to be perceived as a provocation by the Trial Tower. Nine godless monks emerged from the ground, and the demented relied on instinct to attack and kill Muzi.

These are the Trialists who have entered this place, lost their minds and remained here forever. There is no mind in the realm of controlling the sky, and the ability to attack and kill is average.

What is hateful is the time when these creatures appear, and for the trialists who resist the amplification of evil obstacles, external interference is undoubtedly worse.

That is, to maintain a peaceful state of mind, not to be disturbed by the magnification of evil obstacles, but also to be distracted from fighting with external beings. With two minds, the heart lake fluctuates violently, not to mention, the body movement is also affected.

The enemy, which was not a formidable enemy, is quite difficult to deal with at this time. At the end of the day, Mu Zi's eyes were red sixteen times, and he almost lost his mind.

It's terrible, and if you're not careful, you'll lose your mind and lose yourself. Sometimes Muzi himself can't figure out how to persevere.

At the last hour of the next day, the young man suspected that internal and external interference could not be prevented, and the next moment he might be lost here. Preparations for a retreat have been made.

But the young man suddenly realized that there was no way back.

The little old man who drank wine and ate meat in the small cave sky also slapped his forehead at this time, and took care of himself with remorse: "I forgot to tell the little guy, I heard that there is no way out on the first nine floors." After stepping into the tenth floor, you can exit and exit the Trial Tower directly. ”